"Is--is--was your father"s name Chester?"
The tears rushed into Joseph"s eyes. He drew his hand suddenly from the Mayor"s clasp, and his voice was broken as he answered:
"No, sir, it was my father"s best friend that you killed!"
Farnham fell back in his chair, his hand dropped heavily upon the table, he strove to disclaim the guilt so mournfully imputed to him, but his eyes fell, and his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth.
The strong man was dumb in the presence of that rebuking child.
"I must go now," said Joseph, moving backward, "Mrs. Chester is lost, and we must find her."
The Mayor did not hear him; he did not even know when the lad glided from his office; the last words had stunned him.
After a little he looked up and saw that Joseph was gone. As if drawn by some powerful magnetic force, he arose, took his hat and followed the lad.
Joseph was half across the park, but Farnham saw him at once, and followed with a sort of hushed feeling, as the wise men looked upon the star which led them to a Saviour.
Meantime, Fred Farnham had heard of Chester"s death and was preparing to go out, hoping to give some comfort to his family. To this end he had gone to his mother for money. The Chesters had refused aid of him before, but now he was resolved to deceive them into accepting it through his Uncle Peters.
"What do you want money for, Fred--twenty dollars--if you are in for a champagne supper or something of that sort, I don"t mind; but I must know where the money goes?"
Mrs. Farnham was arranging a tiny French cap on the back of her head, as she made these motherly demonstrations, and its graceful lightness threw her into a charming state of liberality.
"As a mother, you know, Fred, I am bound to see that the money which you ask rather liberally, I must say, is judiciously spent; now tell me where this is going?"
"I intend to help a poor family, who have been wronged and are in trouble," said the generous boy.
Mrs. Farnham closed her pearl portmonnaie with a fierce snap of the clasp.
"Frederick," she said, with a degree of energy that made the delicate spray in her cap tremble, as if it shared her indignation, "I cannot encourage this extravagance, you are getting into low society, sir, and--oh! Fred, you will break your mother"s heart if you persist in following after these low people."
"Why, they live in the house with my Aunt Peters, mamma."
"There it is--I do believe you intend to drive me into hysterics; will you never learn that your Aunt Peters is not to be spoken of, and only visited in a quiet way? There is a medium, Fred, a medium, do you comprehend?"
"But what has my Aunt Peters done?"
"She has been ungrateful, Fred, so very ungrateful after I gave up--that is, after I set them up in business; she would keep claiming me as a sister, just as much as ever. Oh! it is heart-rending to know that my own son is encouraging this impertinence."
"Will you give me a portion of the money, ten dollars? I shall be very grateful for that."
"Not a shilling, sir," exclaimed the lady, putting the portmonnaie into the pocket of her rustling silk-dress; "I will not pay you for going among poor people and degrading yourself; only keep a proper medium, my son, and you have a most indulgent mamma, but without that I"m granite."
A very soft and unstable sort of granite the lady seemed, as she shook her head and rustled across the room, repeating the hard word, more and more emphatically, as Frederick resumed his pleading.
Whether the granite would have given way at last, it is impossible to guess; for while Fred was urging his request with the eloquence of desperation, the street-door opened, and the tall gentleman, whom we have met in the tea-room, as the Mayor"s guest, was seen in the hall.
"Do be quiet, Fred, here is Judge Sharp," said Mrs. Farnham, fretfully; "I won"t be teased in this way about a parcel of vagabonds!"
Fred Farnham was a pa.s.sionate boy, and he stood with burning cheeks and flashing eyes in the midst of the floor when the country-gentleman came in.
"I will go to my father, then, or p.a.w.n my watch--something desperate I"m sure to do," he muttered, walking to a window and half-concealing himself behind the waves of crimson damask that swept over it.
Mrs. Farnham shook her head at him, reprovingly, as she advanced to receive her visitor, with a torrent of superficial compliments and frothy welcomes.
Before the Judge could recover from this overwhelming reception, the door-bell rang, and a boy was admitted to the hall.
Frederick had seen the new-comer through the window, and went eagerly forward to meet him, at which his lady-mother drew herself up with imposing state, and called out--
"Frederick Farnham! will you never learn the just medium proper to your father"s position?"
Frederick did not heed this remonstrance, but, after a few eager words in the hall, came forward, leading Joseph Esmond by the hand. The boy had taken off his straw-hat, and the entire beauty of his countenance, shaded by that rich golden hair, was exposed to the best advantage, notwithstanding his poverty-stricken garments; even the volubility of Mrs. Farnham was checked, as her eyes fell upon that delicate face. She caught the glance of those large blue eyes, and ceased speaking. It was the greatest proof of interest possible for her to exhibit.
Fred led his friend directly up to his mother.
"This is the boy--this is Joseph, dear mother; he tells me that those two little girls are suffering--that they have not a cent to get food with; now will you refuse me?"
Mrs. Farnham kept her eyes bent upon Joseph.
"What is it you have been telling my son about these poor people?"
"Oh, they have suffered so much, Madam--not a morsel to eat nor a house to rest in when they come home from poor Mr. Chester"s funeral; but worst of all, the good lady who was so very, very ill, has got up when the girls were out, and gone away. She wasn"t in her head, ma"am, raving with fever, and may be killed in the street."
It seemed impossible to look into those pleading eyes, and resist them. Mrs. Farnham took out her portmonnaie again, rather ostentatiously, for vanity always mingled with the best feelings and most trivial acts of her life.
"There," she said, presenting a bank-note to the lad, "take this, and give it to the poor family," and she looked consequentially round upon the stranger, as if to claim his approbation for her charity.
The Judge smiled rather constrainedly, and Mrs. Farnham added, turning to Joseph,
"See now that the money is spent for comforts, nothing else; I would have given it to you, Fred, only as I was saying, there is a medium to be observed--you will remember, my boy."
Joseph"s eyes shone like sapphires.
"I will give it to your sister, Mrs. Peters, ma"am; she lives down stairs in the same house, and will take care of it for the little girls," he said, giving a terrible blow to Mrs. Farnham"s pride, in the innocence of his grat.i.tude.
Mrs. Farnham blushed up to the temples, shaded by her pale, flaxen curls, at this exposure, and the Judge smiled a little more decidedly, which turned the mean crimson of her shame into a flush of anger.
"You are a very forward little boy," she was about to say, but the words faltered on her lips, and she merely turned away, overwhelming poor Joseph with her stateliness.
"Mother, I am going with him to look for this poor lady," exclaimed Frederick. "The police must help us."
"You will do no such thing," answered Mrs. Farnham, sharply; "I declare, sir, the boy torments my life out with his taste for running after low people."
"They are not low people."
Fred broke off abruptly, for his father entered very quietly, and with a look so at variance with his usual cold reserve, that even his vixenish and very silly wife observed it.
"What is the matter?--you have been walking home in the heat!" she exclaimed. "Mr. Farnham, will you never remember that there is a medium?"